Chu Mo glanced at the Dragon Empress and said mildly, "I obtained this in a trade with a Human Race Mahayana cultivator. As it happened, they also wanted to strike at the Moon Venerable."
At that, the Dragon Empress nodded her draconic head in understanding. So that was it. Now it all made sense.
She harbored not the slightest doubt about the Dragon Emperor's words.
His Majesty the Emperor had painstakingly supported dragonkind for millions upon millions of years, pouring out his heart's blood. He was the rightful emperor of all dragons-how could he possibly betray dragonkind?
What would that even be? Your Majesty, why are you rebelling?
The white dragon gently swished her tail, nearly laughing at the absurd thought that had popped into her head.
Since losing the waters and thunder, they had rarely gained the upper hand in their clashes with the Human Race. This was one such victory, so the white dragon was in a good mood.
"His Majesty truly is the future of our dragonkind." The white dragon gazed at the great Dragon Emperor Chu with longing.
As for Chu Mo, he focused entirely on controlling the Pill Furnace, continually suppressing Cen Xi's resistance. The Pill Furnace flickered, and suddenly, a cold female voice rang out from within.
"You seem to be trying to meddle with my Dao Fruit?"
Cen Xi said coldly, "Stop indulging in wishful thinking. Powerful as this Pill Furnace is, it cannot steal my Dao. Surely the Dragon Emperor knows how difficult it is for a Dao Fruit to change hands?"
Though trapped in another's hands, she showed not the slightest panic. The difficulty of a Dao Fruit changing hands went far beyond the word "difficult"-it could even be called impossible. To a Mahayana cultivator, their Dao Fruit was their very